Cosmic-Level Demon God-Chapter 32 - 29: Not Cheating, An Octagonal Cage Battle

The glowing human figure occupies the field of vision, no need for eyesight, the bright red and white colors are evenly distributed in different parts.

Mainly in the limbs, while other places are lighter, darker.

"It somewhat resembles the red muscle and white muscle explained by fitness coaches."

Qin Shi pondered seriously; he knew that skeletal muscles are divided into red and white.

Red muscles have more endurance, white muscles have stronger explosive power.

It is said that the sports department uses this method to select athletes, high white muscle fiber ratio fits short sprints and high jumps.

Conversely, they participate in marathons, cycling races, etc.

"It shouldn’t be that simple. I see subtle pink, red and white blended into tiny strands of pink... Could this be Qi Sensitivity?"

The glowing human figure is in a seated posture, a pink beam of light as thick as a finger moves slowly between the red and white.

Qin Shi captures the Qi Sensitivity while guiding the circulation.

He maintains introspection, carefully observing the delicate pink light that contains the vitality of life.

After about seven or eight minutes, the warm airflow completed a full circulation.

This is what Old Liang referred to as small Circulation.

"The pink light slightly increased, and the red and white became brighter."

The extremely subtle changes were clearly seen by Qin Shi in the introspective state.

"According to the old martial ways, each small Circulation that allows Qi Sensitivity to complete the cycle speeds up the progress a bit.

This process actually deepens the brightness of red and white and enhances the body’s strength."

Qin Shi, thinking to himself, follows the four initiation steps suggested by Old Liang, muscle stretching is training, capturing Qi Sensitivity is enhancement.

Combining both paths to squeeze potential and release abundant life force.

Finally, open the eight sections of the Mortal Body, achieve the great circulation of Qi Sensitivity, and let the pink light cover the whole body.

"The Old Martial Sect’s inheritance over the years is indeed extraordinary, step by step, tightly interconnected.

As long as you proceed step by step, you can gradually rise.

Of course, the premise is to get started."

Qin Shi opens his eyes, stretches his waist, the joints are connected, becoming one body.

Like he had done a gentle stretch for more than ten minutes, opening up his entire body.

At this moment, Qin Shi feels no muscle soreness or body fatigue from high-intensity training, instead, he feels incomparable lightness.

All the muscles in the body are relaxed where they need to be, tense where they should be, like a freshly oiled new machine.

"This step of the eight sections and nine parts is a matter of course. Next, it’s to increase the small Circulation frequency and solidify the foundation of techniques."

Qin Shi steps out of the room, splashes cold water on his face, and hears Xie Yucheng’s voice outside:

"Ah Shi, hurry up, don’t be late, Brother Ze has prepared a big show today, we are very short of hands!"

"Okay."

Qin Shi quickly locks the door and jumps on the back seat of the bicycle.

"Old Liang was rare to be lenient yesterday and gave us a day off. I wanted to hang out with Brother Yuan, but you were not at home."

Xie Yucheng pedals the bike, the bell rings loudly, speeding like the wind, heading towards Beiguan Street.

"Brother Cheng’s breath is very steady, but not long; the rhythm of his breathing is like swinging a hammer, rather short."

Qin Shi had just learned how to capture others’ breath and assess their physical strength, using Xie Yucheng cycling to practice.

He closes his eyes and tilts his ears, letting the airflow brush past his face, lifting his hair.

Exhale, inhale.

Qin Shi focuses his attention.

Gradually, Xie Yucheng’s breathing sound becomes amplified, forming a continuous wave that rises and falls.

"Qi Sensitivity, Brother Cheng also has Qi Sensitivity, but it’s very thin."

The more advanced practitioners have smoother breathing patterns, the amplitude of their breath is not very dramatic, unless in combat, they show large peaks and troughs.

"Hmm, why can I see the muscle colors of Brother Cheng too?"

In the highly concentrated state, Qin Shi’s vision shakes, peeling away Xie Yucheng’s flesh, revealing very dim red and white light, and the pink light, as delicate as a baby’s, is almost nonexistent.

"More red, less white, no wonder Brother Cheng can’t beat Brother Yuan in actual combat training.

Endurance is strong, but explosive power is insufficient, lacking the forceful knockout punch."

Introspection didn’t last long, Qin Shi’s head started to ache, it seems that observing others consumes a lot of energy.

"Speaking of which, could this be considered an opening? If expanding the scope so that it can ignore walls and obstacles, wouldn’t that be a killer skill!"

...

At ten minutes past nine, the bicycle stops in front of the brightly lit Midnight Imperial Palace.

Xie Yucheng turns back:

"Ah Shi, I’ll go lock the bike, you go in from the back, Brother Yuan is already there from the afternoon."

Qin Shi nods and jumps off the back seat.

At this time, Beiguan Street is very lively, with a stream of cars and people.

Luxury cars rarely seen on Old Factory Street are coming one after another.

Those bellboys with shoulder bags enthusiastically help to park and take positions.

"Brother Hua, open the door."

He enters an alley, knocks on the iron gate, and sees the burly bald man again.

"Ah Shi, it’s really heating up inside, quickly change into your work clothes. I told Manager Yu that you and Ah Cheng are here, just in the toilet."

The bald man, real name Niu Aihua, smiles kindly.

"Thanks, Brother Hua!"

Qin Shi slips through the passage and sneaks into the changing room.

The deafening sound waves outside hit the walls and penetrate inside.

"It’s so lively."

The same sneaky Xie Yucheng exclaims:

"The head waiter said that such a big show can attract many wealthy guests to buy tickets, hopefully, we can make a few hundred in tips and have a hearty supper." fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Qin Shi looks at the posters outside the locker, showing a bronze-skinned, muscle-bound man posing, and his opponent is a skinny, turban-wrapped man from India.

"I wonder how strong the fighting warriors under Brother Ze are?"

...

Tonight, the Midnight Imperial Palace is particularly boisterous, guests are no longer paying attention to the scantily dressed dancers and hot waitresses, but are all staring at the octagonal cage rising on the main stage.

The heavy iron cage stands coldly, about ten meters in diameter, and the fence is two meters high.

Eight thick corner pillars draw out eight wire mesh doors, resembling a small colosseum.

The host’s microphone amplified and excitedly narrates to the entire hall:

"Tonight, there will be a deathmatch with punches to the flesh! On one side, Beiguan Street’s ’Black Ronny,’ whose hands have crushed countless fighting warriors’ heads! On the other, the ’Suffering Monk’ from the Indian subcontinent..."

The overly dressed host screams his throat out, but the audience just wants him to get off the stage quickly and eagerly watch the fight.

"Brother Yuan, what’s with Black Ronny and Suffering Monk, their names sound impressive!"

Qin Shi, having delivered a few cocktails to the guests, chats with Li Yuan in a corner.

"All talk. Black Ronny is a fitness coach from the Urban Circle, his head turned conical from steroids. He looks strong but is as bulky as a pig, probably can’t even beat me.

The Suffering Monk is even funnier, a dishwasher from the northern curry restaurant.

The opening show is not worth watching, mainly to set the mood, fool the amateurs."

Li Yuan curls his lips.

"Huh?"

Qin Shi is surprised.

So, it’s like a nightclub version of a Wulin Wind? See who can act better?

"The real thrilling content would never be displayed openly."

Li Yuan shrugs:

"The main course is only served after the appetizers. Tonight, a few big bosses from Yan City specifically requested to see a deathmatch, and won’t leave without blood."

As he speaks, Li Yuan’s face looks bitter. The most straightforward "career plan" for him and Xie Yucheng is nothing more than sticking with Brother Ze, upgrading from boxers to fighting warriors in the ring.

"So ruthless? There must be a casualty!"

As a student, Qin Shi can only witness the dilapidated side of Old Factory Street, never having truly seen the hidden darkness beneath the calm life.

"The rich have enjoyed all the pleasures, they can trample the dignity, character, and time of the poor at any time. What’s left is just a life."

Li Yuan gnashes his teeth, his eyes filled with hatred.

Qin Shi is silent, his sister has shouldered too many burdens for his younger brother and himself.

Supporting their education and livelihood, sheltering them from the storm.

They haven’t really experienced the humiliation and pain inflicted by reality.

"Ah Yuan, table 52, two bottles of Thorny Rose!"

The bartender passes the message through the intercom.

Li Yuan responds and leaves in a hurry.

"Earning some tips is really not easy."

Feeling the intense gazes from the box seat area, Qin Shi has to squeeze out a business smile again.

Delivering wine and fruit trays to these lonely single ladies inevitably involves some teasing.

Words are one thing; some bold ones even get hands-on, asking if he needs a sugar mummy or mama.

"Boys must protect themselves well when they’re outside!"

Hearing the dispatch reminder from the bar, Qin Shi sighs again, preparing to endure humiliation.

He just hopes not to meet those who call themselves "needing discipline," willing to be slaves, or seeking foot worship.

Before Qin Shi could serve the drinks, he was stopped by the slightly enchanting Manager Yu:

"Ah Shi, don’t worry, Brother Ze wants to see you in the second-floor private room."